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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 10:50 am
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Michael had forgotten how good it felt to be a snake, it had been months since he had fully shifted. It felt great, sharp sense of smell... Er, taste really... Good eyesight, pit organ working like a dream. Now that he was stretched out like this, or really loosely coiled, he started feeling more and more drowsy... This felt like a good time to take a nap, just a light doze until some clean clothing for him arrived... He was cold, and cold made him even sleepier.
He was just about to drop off into sleep when he heard a cry, Michael snapped back into full alertness, fully expecting to see another enemy. But Metis had only slipped and landed on her, rather ample he thought to himself rear and was now trying to rub the soreness out of it. Luckily for him, snakes can't laugh, they can however turn up the corners of their mouths slightly, which he did.
Metis was cute, no doubt about that. She was also warm, really warm. Michael could "see" that. Suddenly it seemed like a great idea to the slightly chilly were to slither half-way off the bed and wind his away around her, eventually loosely draping himself on her shoulders, a coil or two of his around her torso. He didn't stop and think about how most people would protest to suddenly being draped with ninety pounds of snake, because really he didn't care. He just wanted to be close to the warmth.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 11:23 am
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Michael happily enjoyed Metis's warmth, when she sat down on the bed, the other one-hundred and ten pounds of him promptly curled around her, covering her lap. His head was currently resting on her chest, over her collar bone, and he was happy. His coils loosened slightly as he fell asleep, it would be near impossible to wake him for a good hour. Michael felt safe in this new place, with this new person named Metis, and she was warm. Really warm. Soft too, although he had felt a bit of muscle on her when he first wound himself around her.
Curiously enough, he began to snore. A nearly undetectable hiss every time he exhaled, he felt at peace.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 1:38 pm
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Michael was presently toasty for his entire nap, but after about a half an hour he blinked himself awake. He looked up at Metis, to find that she had also nodded off. He stared at her for a few minutes, just looking, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders. Carefully, he unwound himself without disturbing her, and impressive feat considering how he had engulfed her so thoroughly. He slithered out of her bed, and up to the door, he could sense someone behind it. The door indeed did open, and a servant dropped off a bag with some clothing in it. Michael gratefully accepted it in his jaws, then snaked his way to Metis's bathroom so he could finally get himself completely clean.
He shifted back to his human form, showered quickly, then tried to get dressed. The pants, shoes and boxers fit fine, but the shirt was hilariously small. He couldn't even button it up. So shirtless, and still slightly damp from a shower, he walked out to where Metis was still sleeping. Softly he said to her "If you sleep like that much longer you're going to get a crick in your neck"
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 9:15 pm
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Michel smiled crookedly "Well of course you'll be fine, I just woke you up after all." Then he watched, bemused, as her face turned red at this sight of him shirtless. Metis was so adorable, and it was nice to know that she was, at least physically, attracted to him as well.
When she began cleaning up the mess, he offered a hand as well. After all, he was the one who had tracked in the purple gunk. In a rare moment of absentmindedness, just to break the silence Michael said "You know, you're quite pretty." He stopped suddenly, thinking about what had just slipped out. Well, it was perfectly true... Although possibly ill-timed...
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 3:04 pm
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Michael smiled genuinely at her, quite pleased at her reaction. That could have gone a lot worse, "Thank you." perhaps another man would have made a move on her now, but it just didn't feel "right" yet, although that was just about certain to change once he got to know her a bit more. He went back to scrubbing the gunk of the floor, he had made considerable progress in cleaning up the floor, but Metis was doing much better. He glanced over to where she was cleaning up some of blade's blood " I guess it would make sense that you're better at cleaning than I am..." He wasn't intentionally sexist, it simply worked out in his mind that women, and men were different. He didn't think it made a woman any less of a person, just that they might not be the right man for a job sometimes. Emphasis on man.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 7:08 am
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He put up his hands, palm outward when scolded for his last comment "Hey, I didn't say that is couldn't be done by men, just that it made sense that you're better at it than I am because you're a woman. He sighed, knowing where this was going to go. This had not been the first time someone had called him out on a similar comment, although he was still uncertain why women made a fuss about it. Men and women were fundamentally different! The nurturing mother, the providing father, why did he always catch. "This is only digging me deeper isn't it." He sighed again and ran a pale hand through his light blonde hair. Now she had turned away, seemingly fuming still about his previous statements.
Michael felt a bit guilty for some reason, he didn't like seeing Metis unhappy. Particularly when her unhappiness was directed at him. He refused to give into the immediately to apologize however. He wasn't about to apologize for voicing his opinion, it would take a change of heart on his part to invoke such an action.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 12:52 pm
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Michael sighed, not sure what to really do when Metis pouted and then announced that she was going to get herself cleaned up... He had to find a way to make things better between them. They had only met today, and already he had messed things up. Solemnly he cleaned up the remaining mess. He even managed to get all of the blood out, this wasn't his first time cleaning up blood.
When Metis walked out of the bathroom in a clean dress and her hair in near flawless waves, Michael stared, almost dumbfounded. She looked... Amazing. Beyond amazing. He half-wished he could say something to express this to her, but now wasn't the best of times to compliment her. It'd just look like sucking up. When she bent down to adjust her shoes, he had a rather choice view of her... If you know what he meant. He felt a certain part of him stir slightly at the sight of her bent over that way. He cleared his throat then said "Well, I guess I'm off to my own rooms now, unless you need something else?"
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